Probhatey (In the Morning) was published as a part of Rabindranath Tagore’s collection called Kheya (Ferry) published in 1906.
IN THE MORNING
The heavy downpour
Of one night
Has filled the lake in my home
To the brim.
When I look, I see
Deep blue waters overflow.
Where is its shore? Where is its bottom?
Where does it turn?
With one downpour, see the lake
Is filled to the brim.
Last night, who could imagine
This would happen!
The rain poured incessantly
In the deep dark night.
In the midnight of this monsoon,
While I lay in a lamp less room,
I heard the wind howl
As if in distress —
Who knew then
This would happen!
Amidst this outpouring of teardrops,
I found today
A serene lotus
Presiding the scene.
O tell me, when O when did it bloom,
Pristine among multitudes
Shining with vibrancy,
Bringing solace to me
In the midst of this abyss
Of despondency!
Today, sitting alone, I ponder
Gazing at the site.
I see the treasures torn
From the chest by the tragic night.
I can see the heartbreak,
Hear the wailing, the awakening,
I write from my heart
Of the raging tempest.
I gaze at the treasures torn
From the chest by the stormy night.
This poem has been translated from Bengali by Mitali Chakravarty with editorial input from Sohana Manzoor.
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